Hellshipping (Ghost Kotsuzaka/Sakate/Takaido)

. . .

"I hate this idea," Sakate said.

"You hate all of my ideas," Kotsuzaka said with a curled lip.

Sakate and Takaido exchanged a glance, but Takaido only shrugged—of course the lunkhead would't give a damn either way.

Sakate looked nervously in the direction of the cemetery. It looked innocent enough now, but hiding out in it all night to hunt down duelists? Who was even going to be going through the graveyard in the middle of the night? No sane person would choose that shortcut.

"What else do you wanna do? Try to get Duel Disk out of the shop ourselves?" Kotsuzaka said, throwing his hands in the air. "Yeah right—we all know that we don't technically qualify for Battle City anymore. We barely qualified for Duelist Kingdom—and that was because we had Keith helping us out."

This was the first thing to make Takaido look kind of sick, and the tall man looked down at the ground. Sakate understood—they had only found out after the tournament that Keith had shot himself in the head. A morbid thought; they had been hanging around a guy who was dead now. Was his ghost hanging around them, maybe, cursing them out with a slur in his drunken speech that they couldn't hear? Sakate wouldn't be surprised; the man had made him uncomfortable beforethe horrible thoughts about how he was dead now.

There was more than one reason that he didn't want to go into that graveyard, and Keith was probably one of them.

"We don't have anyone else to help us this time," Kotsuzaka said, folding his arms. "If you want in on this tournament, we do it this way."

"Why thistournament?" Sakate tried. "There's a bunch of other smaller ones. We could try those. Work our way up."

"By then Battle City will be a memory!" Kotsuzaka said, throwing his hands in the air. "You wanna go big or not? This is our last chance, guys. Either you help me out with this plan, or we wash out forever. Is that what you want? To wash out?"

Sakate and Takaido once again exchanged glances. This time, Sakate was sure that Takaido's sick expression was the same one he had.

"Nah," Sakate said finally. "I guess we don't...wanna wash out, I mean..."

Kotsuzka grinned, clearly pleased that he had won.

"Great! Then here's your masks, and we meet back here at sundown. This'll be great guys, you'll see. We'll make it to the big leagues overnight."

Sakate only glanced at the graveyard, and let a shudder run down his back.

He kind of had a feeling that Kotsuzaka was wrong about tonight.

. . .

A/N: kill me now honestly, what even is this ship. Next is (thank god, something I actually like) Heartshipping (Ryo x Yugi).